Club Discordia, Sin's After Hours

[Mr.Fabulous]

The Chimichanga in the woman's hands cracked and popped slightly as she tightened her grasp while listening to Doc. She had mixed emotions on his reaction to her people's ways:

On one hand, she felt like rebuking him for his seeming insensitivity. The Rite of Adulthood was there because the Corsairs didn't have the resources in their homeworlds to maintain high populations. It was a ritual made out of necessity, so that not only would the Empirio have just enough supplies to keep its people from starving, but also those that do survive the Rite and were able to produce children were respected as being worthy enough to take on the Empirio's heritage. She took great pride in looking up to those that could conceive as the chosen, the strong, and the pure. And to hear Doc say this ritual was wrong was like hearing him say marriage was wrong and immoral!

... On the other hand, the fact that this Rite was even necessary always did made her cry. It wasn't her people's fault they were forced to etch out a cruel existence on a barren rock in the center of a radioactive system for the better part of a millenia. It wasn't their fault they faced constant peril day in and day out, even as the rest of Sirius found them centuries later. It wasn't their fault they had little to trade to the other colonies except Artifacts. It wasn't their fault that, despite the Artifact boom, their non-aggression pacts and their trade agreements with several factions, it all still wasn't enough. They still needed to limit their population growth through the dreaded Rite. It was a simple fact of Corsair life, one that she hoped to one day prove unnecessary.

So the woman stayed silent and continued munching on her food as Doc voiced his painful, yet understandable opinions to her. Thankfully, the conversation changed topic to that of her condition, and she listened eagerly when he said he would do all he could to help. Of course he didn't guarantee results, but Doc seemed confident of himself, enough to have her consider his offer.

But before that, he did remind her of her Black Grog that stood by her, almost untouched. She slid the tankard in front of her, thought for several moments, and finally smiled to Doc as she replied, "Not necessary, Senor Holliday, I still have this poison to finish. But since I'm not in a suicidal mood right now, I'd like to enjoy my drink for once, so a shot glass would be nice. I won't even mind if you feel like grabbing a shot glass yourself and helping me down this little puppy. I promise you'll have a real bueno time if we take it slow, hahah!

"... That is... if you'd like to, Senor Holliday." She lowered her head sheepishly, realizing she got a little too excited and went out of line there. "Not forcing you or anything, Senor.

"... Now. As for my appointment, I don't have any qualms about staying here for a few days, but I would need to inform my... employer first." She paused for a moment, wondering to herself how David would react about this. "I'll also need to dust off my medical records. Haven't touched the things since half a year ago. I also hope the whole thing won't be too... expensive?"

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